My Muse...Harry

I've created some small weighted black cats. I think I like this tiny little size! Maybe I will create more small little things.I actually liked making those little houses too.(The ones I made for my sister for Christmas) Hmmm.....I'm starting to get a whole bunch of new ideas now. Maybe I'll start creating smaller things!
 And this is Harry! my Muse...OK, I'm kind of  hesitant to talk about Harry because I am unsure about revealing this side of me, but...
I have several cats (and dogs!) but there is "something about Harry". Of course all my pets have their distinct personalities but Harry is different. To say he is a smart cat would be an understatement. I've seen him actually reason out  problems. He comes running to me when I call him and he throws his front paws around my neck and leans back and "looks" at me. He's not scared of ANY of my dogs and all the other cats bow to all his wishes.  He used to slip outside all the time a couple of years ago when I had a doggie door. Some of the dogs took awhile to figure that door out but not Harry! Within a few minutes of the installation, he ran into the room and out the door! It got to the point where I was bungee cording the doggie door closed, especially when he started to drag his trophy half-dead kills inside! I would slam the laundry room door shut and hear awful sounds as he finished off some poor bird. Sometimes it was a field mouse or mole and later I would set him down in the laundry sink wipe him down and he actually seemed to enjoy that, sort of like I was grooming him! Then he started to sneak my timid little cat "Ghost" outside with him. I would be in a panic but people I knew with cats said that cats know where their homes are and not to worry. Well (as I talked about in my very first post) Ghost disappeared for a month and 3 days.
After that I nailed up the doggie door and then after some research, I found an article about how cats won't jump up on unsecured things. They said that if a person has a privacy fence (I do) that you could staple gun bunched up chicken wire to the top and when the cat springs up there unto the springy loose wire, they would jump back down and not go over the fence. So I spent a weekend (and a small fortune) staple gunning chicken wire to the inside top of my fence. Then next time the cats went out, it worked like a charm! Up they sprang and back down they came, very content to just lounge in my backyard...except Harry. He prowled back and forth staring at the top of the fence, back and forth and back and forth. Then suddenly he stopped. Ran full force to one corner, up to the top and perched for a moment as he actually pounded down the wire fencing with one of his front paws! Over he went and was gone. Later in the early evening, he was sleeping on my front porch....
Last year I got replacement windows, the windows in the basement have a gadget that you pull back to pop out the screen and I opened up the windows and went outside. I turned around and saw Harry staring at me through the screen as I was gardening. Next thing I know, he reaches up with his paw and pops out the screen!
 What I'm trying to convey is that, well, I don't think he's really a cat! Oh sure he has a cat body and he can "act" like a cat but I think there's "someone" in there! OK, now you see why I didn't want to reveal this for fear of being thought NUTS! Crazy cat lady! But if you asked my sensible cynical sister, she too would tell you...there's something about Harry.
Maybe now you are wondering, Well who the hell is BOO!? (as in oldblackcatboo) well,  Boo was my first black kitty I ever owned. I had stopped down at a kill shelter with a friend to see if her cat was there. I didn't even have a cat at the time (amazing!) So anyway the man at this shelter said that they had maybe one adoption a MONTH for cats. If people want a cat, he said, they go to the no-kill Humane Society or get one out of the paper. Well, in the far corner cage was this full grown but little black cat. She had this perfect little round face and she just looked at me. She didn't get up or cry or meow but just looked at me. It was like "You know I am the ONE."
So I adopted her. From the moment I brought her home she was always with me, very quiet and never making a sound. She would be VERY aloof around all people and just tolerated my dogs. She would only love up to my Golden Retriever, Maddie, and no one else but me. Then one night I woke up and she was making this very weird crying sound. I got up and looked out into the darkness. I could see nothing down below but then Maddie woke up and started to loudly bark. Someone was in the shadows but then I could see the shadow hurrying down the sidewalk. I scooped up Boo and held her close.
 My Boo went to heaven four years ago.
Some cats are cats and some aren't. Everyone can believe what they will and I believe that not everything is always as it seems.